She used to say, “I’m the princess of my family. My parents spoiled me, and I’m not about to lower my standards now that I’m with you.”
So, to take care of her, I’d gone out of my way to take cooking classes, learning how to make all her favorite meals. As long as I was around, she never had to eat anything cold or stale.
But realizing she’d gone to such lengths for Cyril made all of my efforts feel like the cruelest joke.
I stared at his message, didn’t reply, and set my phone down to finish my breakfast.
Five minutes later, I got a message from Serena herself.
She didn’t mention last night at all.
Instead, her message was:
[Serena: Those meatballs you made last time were pretty good. Make some for me today—I’ll be waiting at the office.]
Shortly after, another message from her came in.
[Serena: Oh, and don’t forget—no cilantro.]
Albion's POV
As soon as I saw her last message, my expression quickly darkened.
Serena didn’t have an issue with cilantro. In fact, she loved it—she’d even order an extra portion whenever we had pasta.
Still, I thought for a moment before I replied.
[Me: Alright.]